After 2 long years of knowing he had an alcohol addiction that progressed into drugs and trying to make it work....with my 2 month old son I finally left. Today was the last straw he came home from work drunk and came into the bedroom yelling and cussing and woke the baby up and was going to punch a hole in the wall. I finally had enough.

Of course he shut his phone off and he always threatened to end his life if I left.

I left. Whatever happens to him is not my fault. I refuse to believe anything has happened to him. It’s just one of his mind games.

Please give me advice on how to get through this. How can I protect my son from a father who’s drinking daily to the point he passes out in bed after destroying the entire house? And how can I not think I’ll be alone forever in this messed up world? 🙁

I never wanted to loose my family but the saddest thing is I’m holding onto the man I met not the addict I just left this morning.